From #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes a new story in her Wicked series…

She’s everything he wants…
Cold. Heartless. Deadly. Whispers of his name alone bring fear to fae and mortals alike. The Prince. There is nothing in the mortal world more dangerous than him. Haunted by a past he couldn’t control, all Caden desires is revenge against those who’d wronged him, trapping him in never-ending nightmare. And there is one person he knows can help him.
She’s everything he can’t have…
Raised within the Order, Brighton Jussier knows just how dangerous the Prince is, reformed or not. She’d seen firsthand what atrocities he could be capable of. The last thing she wants to do is help him, but he leaves her little choice. Forced to work alongside him, she begins to see the man under the bitter ice. Yearning for him feels like the definition of insanity, but there’s no denying the heat in his touch and the wicked promise is his stare.
She’s everything he’ll take….
But there’s someone out there who wants to return the Prince to his former self. A walking, breathing nightmare that is hell bent on destroying the world and everyone close to him. The last thing either of them needs is a distraction, but with the attraction growing between them each now, the one thing he wants more than anything may be the one thing that will be his undoing.
She’s everything he’d die for….

My eyes drifted shut as his hand made its
way from my neck, skimming down the side of my body, over my lax arm. The tips
of his fingers coasted over mine, and then found their way to my hip. A pumping
pulse picked up in several key points in my body, responding to the light,
forbidden touch.

He didn’t speak as his warm breath kissed
the curve of my cheek and I didn’t say or do anything. I could stop him. I knew
I could. Or I could at least try.

I did nothing.

His hand slipped over my stomach, below my
navel. I jerked, bringing us closer. Way too close once more, and I couldn’t
breathe as something bizarre happened inside me. It was like all my senses woke
up at once, sparking with life and flaming heat through my veins.

His hand dropped to the front of my dress,
right above where a deep, deep ache had started. He growled deep in his throat
as he said against the flushed skin of my neck, “Your pulse is racing so
fast—too fast for someone entranced.”

Hell.

Oh hell.

The Prince might not recognize who I was,
but he knew I wasn’t entranced. Fight or flight response kicked in, overriding
the confusing heat pumping through my body.

Two years ago, I would’ve chosen flight.
That was all I’d been capable of. Not anymore. A whole different instinct took
over, a newly developed one. I had no idea why the Prince was here, in the pit
of his enemies, and I wasn’t willing to risk finding out or being caught by
him.

Spinning around, I gripped his forearm as I
ducked and twisted, slipping free of his grip. I saw the flicker of surprise on
his face and then I spun back toward him. Still holding onto his arm, I used
his weight as an anchor as I leaned back. Planting my left leg back, I lifted
my right and slammed my knee into his midsection.

The Prince grunted as he let go, but he did
not move even an inch. That kind of kick would’ve brought a human down.
Probably would’ve even knocked a normal fae back several steps, but not an
Ancient. He lifted his chin, eyes narrowed with annoyance.

“That was unnecessarily violent,” he said,
straightening to his full height.

He hadn’t seen unnecessarily violent yet.

I spun, picking up the chair. It was
surprisingly heavy. Grunting, I swung it around, prepared to at least knock him
once upside the head. Wouldn’t kill him, but would definitely give me a chance
to escape without having to answer questions.

The Prince’s speed was mind-numbingly fast.

I didn’t even see him lift a hand. He just
suddenly had ahold of the leg of the chair. He wrenched it from my grip, tossing
it aside. The chair hit the wall with a bang, shattering into three large
pieces.